Sharon blinked slowly, appalled by her poor luck. "Zuan Arkmastan? As in ... the Clan zuan Arkmastan? The lineage of the Popessa-Generalissima her Almighty self?"
"The same. Brasta is of that lineage. Our understanding is that Earth, while highly harmful to itself, poses no substantial hazard to even a half-trained explorer apprentice. The Clan would prefer to see her serve on Earth, and she is most enthusiastic about the opportunity."
Sharon frowned a little. The majority of robust red-blooded females throughout the State were babbling wild rumors about Earth, allegedly one of the more sex-mad Savage Worlds ever encountered. "No doubt," Sharon said drily.
"You will train her and keep her out of trouble. Here she is now."
Sharon immediately recognized Brasta as fitting into a distinct Earth type, that of the blonde cheerleader next door with wide blue eyes. Even by zero-gravity Stateswoman standards, her bosom was staggering to behold. Brasta eagerly bounced over to them.
"I'm Brasta!" she greeted, simply oozing innocent eager enthusiasm. "I've heard oodles of neat stuff about Earth, I'm so excited to get to see it!"
"No doubt you are," Sharon joked to herself, noting how the politically connected twinkie was unable to discipline herself enough to keep from displaying her raw vulgar sexual excitation, in the form of nipples bulging and poking against her blouse as big as Earth buckeyes. "Thank you, Low Commander. Brasta, come with me."
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